Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2013 02:21:15 -0500 From: John Marshall <crackerjacker18@hotmail.com> Subject: EcstasyInc Chapter 33 In trying to avoid the most common plot scenarios featured on Nifty, this story continues the saga which began with "Ecstasy Island,"continued with "The Working Boys," followed by "Ecstasy Renewed." "EcstasyInc," like the previous segment, is unorthodox but quite seductive, as are the figures depicted. Like "Ecstasy Island" and "The Working Boys," and "Ecstasy Renewed," this one is also written in third person and proceeds in something close to real time with extensive dialogue to carry the story along and intense character development. Most of the characters from the earlier stories have returned, but there are also quite a number of new characters which will occupy the main spotlight in this segment. Once more, this story is extremely orgasmic with all ejaculating dialogue written in UPPER CASE. If you do not wish to be exposed to such material as described, leave now. If you are too young for this sort of thing, leave now. If reading this causes you to break the law where you live, leave now. Otherwise, take the time now to get naked and get your cock hard, start strokin' it. Jack yourself off as you read and see if you can time your own blasts of naked sexual pleasure with those of the people in the book. This one averages about two to three orgasms per chapter. For that reason, I don't recommend reading more than one chapter at a time. Any more than that might be hazardous to your sexual health...especially your hard, throbbing cock. Note: The inclusion of any actual individuals in this story is in no way meant to suggest actual occurrences or their sexual orientation. All drugs mentioned are fictitious. If you like what you read, let me know at crackerjacker18@hotmail.com. ECSTASYINC CHAPTER 33 Ron Duncan was stunned by what he saw when the Cox Pharm limo pulled up in front of Darin Romeo's lavishly contemporary beach villa. The sun was just starting to set, casting a pinkish glow over the normally blinding whiteness of the reinforced concrete, marble, glass and steel mansion. However, it wasn't the house that impressed him. It was the mob of dozens, perhaps more than a hundred naked men and boys loitering all around the place. "What the fuck, the bastard call out the national guard?" he questioned his four burly "assistants." "You Dr. Duncan?" One of the taller, slightly older men challenged him as they got out of the car. "Yes, who are you?" Duncan challenged back. "Mr. Romeo is expecting you," the man asserted, letting him pass. "You...he ain't expecting," he and others blocked the "goon squad," each armed with a small cannister of mace, slightly larger than Darin's now-infamous suppository version. "Wait here...no...wait in the car," Duncan relented. "We don't need a riot on the front lawn...bad for business." "How's your jaw?" one of the goons reminded his boss that a certain amount of force might be called for. Duncan glowered at him, nodding wordlessly toward the big, black limo. "If they get rowdy, push the stink bomb button." "Mr. Duncan...oops, DOCTOR Duncan, how nice of you to drop by, can I fix you a drink," Darin greeted his dour guest inside. "I'm not here for a pleasant chat or a round of drinks, I want your resignation," Duncan demanded. "And I want YOURS," Darin told him with an eveness of tone that apparently caught the man off-guard. "Whaaaaa...?" "And neither of us is likely to get what we want," Darin continued. "I don't work for YOU any more than you work for me. In fact, as chief executive of this island domain, I could have you arrested for...for CHILD endangerment." "BULLSHIT," Duncan shot back confrontationally. "You're right of course, in that the so-called 'Land of Ecstasy' doesn't legally recognize any kind of definition of juvenile status, and in any case has virtually NO laws...much less any having to do with 'endangerment.'" "You've blatantly and deliberately put the company...not just Cox Pharm, but the whole Cox conglomerant at tremendous financial risk and..." "And you have not just RISKED the health and well-being of a beautiful young boy, but actually done real damage...PERMANENT damage to that poor child physically," Darin countered as the men stood face to face, almost nose to nose and cock to cock. "You don't KNOW that," the doctor declared santimoniously. "Doctor, I know a great deal more than you know...more than you THINK, I should say," Darin insisted. "Testicular cancer ring a bell?" "Dr. Warren gave you the lab report?" Duncan asked in genuine surprise. "Dr. Warren?" Darin smiled, almost laughing. "Yeah, right, Dr. Warren and I are barely on speaking terms." "Well then..." "Doctor, Cox Pharm is no different than EcstasyInc, or haven't you learned that?" Darin told him. "The whole fuckin' place LEAKS like a fishnet. "I could tell you what you had for breakfast this morning, which boy you fucked just before lunch, how many you sucked off last night, and how much cum you shot with that cute little Japanese kid the night before last." "Where's the Bristol boy now...the chopper didn't go to Nassau?" Duncan demanded, ignoring Darin's intelligence network. "It DIDN'T?" Darin pretended surprise, knowing Duncan wouldn't buy it. "Maybe you better send out search and rescue, look for wreckage." "Listen, Cox Pharm has MILLIONS tied up in this project, I want that kid...Buddy Bristol...back," Dr. Duncan insisted, knowing he had virtually NO leverage to do so. "What happened, happened; we have to figure out WHY. The whole future of the company depends on it." "Okay, I listened, now YOU listen," Darin raised his voice slightly. "I want the whole Pooh Bear project SHUT DOWN immediately, lock, cock, and barrel. I want the boys all sent home; and believe me, they WILL be medically monitored. If any ONE of them suffers even HALF as much as little Buddy Bristol, you can expect a lawsuit and a scandal so explosive Jim Loin will be down on you like a ton of Duralon. You got that?" "I can't shut down Pooh Bear...moreover I WON'T, in any case...." "Then I WILL," Darin asserted firmly. "You can't do that," Duncan huffed. "Ohhhh...just watch me. KEVIN!" Darin yelled over his shoulder. "Yeah?" Kevin quickly appeared next to him almost magically, looking up at his dad in unquestioned obedience. He'd overheard the entire exchange and knew exactly what to expect. "Call Palmer and...whatsizname...the other guy over at the dorm. Tell them to pack up all the boys, have them at the heliport in an hour," Darin told his son. "Then call the tower, tell them I said to locate the boys' clothes and free up BOTH choppers for a flight to..." he eyed Dr. Duncan. "I'll let them know the destination later." "Loin will have your ASS for this," Duncan cried angrily. "Then we'll be TRADING asses," Darin smiled. "I don't think the fat man in Nassau would look forward to a proxy fight at the next Cox International stockholder's meeting. Not over something like THIS." "What the fuck you talking about?" Duncan questioned, a queer look on his face. "He's talking about ME," Kevin told the man quietly. "YOU? You're just some...." "My name is COX isn't it?" the eleven-year-old asked with none of his usual spoiled-brat bluster. "Yeah, so..." the doctor sneered. He'd heard of the bratty kid but never actually seen him before. He was quite young and cute, not at all what he'd expected. "And I'm his father...his legal guardian, and as such..." Darin continued. "Control about a ZILLION shares of Cox International..." Dr. Duncan finished Darin's sentence in dispair, the wind now thoroughly out of his sails. There was a reign of silence between the two men that seemed to stretch to infinity as Kevin found his cell phone and made the call that would effectively end the Pooh Bear Tea Project once an for all. "Looks like you could use a drink," Darin smiled, breaking the silence. Dr. Duncan turned on his heel and headed for the door. Outside he was met by a jeering chorus of "SAVE THE BEARS, SAVE THE BEARS, SAVE THE POOH BEARS, SERVE THEM SOME TEA, SERVE THEM SOME TEA! SERVE THEM SOME POOH BEAR TEA!!" Ronon's loyal friends had effectively listened in on the conversation as relayed by their thirteen-year-old boss. --------- "Oh for god's sake, what are you DOING, child?" Stella, the thirty-year-old physician's assistant asked in surprise, and dismay, with just a tinge of humor as well as horror in her voice when she opened the door and entered the room. "I gotta do it every three or four hours, gotta relieve the pressure," Buddy Bristol told her as he lay out completely naked in his hospital bed, rapidly jacking his hard young boy-cock. "You wouldn't happen to have any lube around, would you?" he asked, not missing a stroke despite the unexpected interruption. "Lube?" Stella stared at him dumbly. "Pressure? What kind of pressure?" She could hardly believe the sweet little eleven-year-old made absolutely no effort to cover himself or, indeed, show any sense of pre-adolsecdent modesty. "I get a little raw without some kind of lube. You got any KY?" Buddy asked, blithely continuing to masturbate himself. "I...I think so...uhhh..." the physician's assistant reacted uncertainly, turning, but unable to take her eyes off the boy's surprisingly large boy-cock and what he was continuing to do to it. "Why are you..." "It feels good," Buddy smiled over at her. "Usually someone does it for me but...you know how to jack boys off?" "Uhhhh...errr...no...uhh...that's not exactly...part of my training," Stella forced a smile, barely able to believe the rality of such an encounter. "That stuff they gave at the clinic made me have to cum every half-hour," Buddy revealed. "I'm better now, though. Now I only have to jack off ever three or four hours." "The doctor didn't...tell...uhhh...didn't tell me," Stella gaped at him in continued disbelief, as much at what she was hearing as what she was seeing. "I'll...don't go away...I'll see if I can find you...some lube." "Hurry, it's starting to feel pretty...intense," Buddy told her. "I'm liable to CUM before you get back." "I...I think there's a tube in the...in the cart just outside," Stella said, hurriedly ducking back into the hall, closing the door, then collapsing in dismay against it. In the supply cart just across the hall she spied a tube of KY used for inserting catheters. "Did ya find some? I'm getting really close," Buddy smiled, instantly melting the medical professional's heart with his sweet sexual frankness. "Yeah...I..." "Cool, squirt some of it on the tip of my cock, I'll do the rest," Buddy implored. "Uhhh...right...of course," the woman hastened across the room removing the cap on the tube. "How much?" "Just a little...ahhhh...yeahhh...that's better," Buddy sighed. "What's wrong? You act like you never seen a boy jack off before?" "You...you might say that," Stella told him, starting to recover her professional decorum. "Is that...medically necessary?" "Ohhh yeah....ohhhhh yeah...fuck yeah...oops...sorry...slipped," Buddy instantly appologized for his inadvertant obscenity as he felt his orgasm nearing. "You might wanna get something to catch it in, I still shoot quite a bit of stuff and... ahahhhahh....ohahhahhhh yeah, ohahhah yeahh...feeels good, gettin' close, hurry...that vomit thingie over there...that should hold it all," Buddy directed as his pleasure mounted ferociously. Realizing that the boy might have a point, and moreover the lab would undoubtedly want a semon specimen, Stella hastened to retrieve the small plastic bowl. "I'm gonna CUMMMMM....OAHHAHHAHA SHIT....sorry...OHHHH...AHHH...I'M...I'M...AHAHHEIAIEIIRHAHHHAHH CUMMING...CUMMMMING...OHHH GOD...OHHAHHAH...SHOOTIN' IT...SHOOOTIN' MY...STUFF...AHGHHAHEHHH GOD, FEELS GOOD, AHGHHAHH, GET IT ALL...YA MISSED SOME THERE...OOGBHAHOOEOH MAN, FEELS GOOD...FEELS...FEEELLSS....AHGHHAOIEHHAHEHREIIIGH...AOGOEAHERIHHGHHH...OEEIIGHAHH...STILL CUMMIN'...OHHH MAN, I THINK I WAITED TOO LONG, OOHAAHH MAN, STILL SPURTIN', STILL FEELING IT, STILL...STILL...AHHAHHAH FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK..." Buddy cried out in orgasmic ecstasy, suddenly far beyond caring if he might offend his female care giver. "My god, is...is that...usual...your...how much you..." Stella stared at amazement into the bowl as Buddy now covered himself with a sheet while continuing to remain naked. "Mmmm...yeah...maybe a little more...hard to say," Buddy peered into the bowl. "Every four HOURS?" Stella asked in amazement. "Yeah...give or take...sometimes more, sometimes less," Buddy acknowledged, starting to return to some semblence of sexual normalcy. "It's clear as water?" the woman noted in surprise. "It ain't cum," Buddy told her. "That's what the doctor's said." "Cum? Oh...you mean..." Stell suddenly started to be embarrassed for no good reason she could explain. "How's our boy doing?" Dr. Marcos asked brightly as he burst in, making his rounds. "Hi, Doc, 'bout time for another burger...make it a Whopper next time," Buddy greeted his physician. "What's that?" The doctor added, staring at the bowl his assistant was holding. "He been vomiting?" "Err...no...nothing like..." Stella began. "It's a sample...a...specimen," she chose her terms carefully. "Specimen? Nobody ordered any tests yet." the doctor told her. "And nobody told ME the kid..." Stella once more tried to explain. "I gotta do it every three or four hours," Buddy sought to come to her rescue. "I have to jack off and shoot this...stuff out and..." "This isn't seminal fluid?" the doctor peered into the bowl. "Believe me, it's not urine, either," Stella told him frankly. The doctor pulled Buddy's charts from a stack he carried under his arm, then looked them over. "Better bottle that...stuff...and send it down to the lab, stat." "I started shootin' that stuff after the guys at Cox started me on the test patch," Buddy tried to help. "Here it is. I must have missed it first time through," the doctor observed. "Initially every half-hour, now every four hours..." "Give or take an hour or so either way." Buddy added. "The nurse gave me some of this stuff for my cock..." Buddy held up the half-empty tube of gel. "You encounter any pain?" the doctor asked. "Hell no, feels good," Buddy laughed. "You didn't ask ME?" Stella joked. "I came in while...I was embarrassed to death." "Next time, better KNOCK before you come in," the doctor advised, suppressing a smile. "And YOU...young man...suppose you could take care of your little...whatever...in the bathroom over there? And LOCK the door. ------- "Think you two could take a little break in the action, we brought back subs?" Doug rolled his eyes in dismay as his two kids continued their mating ritual unabated despite their presence. "Can we eat and fuck too?" Bobby asked jokingly. "Only if you don't mind crumbs in your bed tonight," Derek told them, sitting down at the small table at the other end of the room, hungrily going after his ham and cheese on Italian herb bread. He was neither shocked nor upset at the two kids having sex while they were gone. "After you eat...or should I say after you FUCK...you might wanna try on the new clothes we got while we were out." "New clothes!" Bunny instantly struggled out from beneath Bobby's slender naked boy-body, freeing herself from his still-stiff young cocklet. She thrashed excitedly through the plastic bags in search of her next fashion statement. "Cool...not bad..." she critiqued each piece as she dug them out. "Oohhhhh dad, really? a dress? You bought me a fuckin' DRESS? I ain't worn a dress in...YEARS." "You ain't worn ANYTHING in years," Bobby reminded her, exaggerating only slightly. "Less than six months," Doug corrected. "You're not on Ecstasy any more. It's time you...RElearned how to dress." "The jeans are cool," Bunny decided, struggling into them like a second skin. "I told you they'd be too small," Derek noted, his mouth full of Bavarian ham. "Which one is mine?" Bobby asked, now that his cock was free, suddenly taking an interest in the food. "Your favorite, meatballs...and it's still hot," Derek handed the boy the elongated sandwich. "Eat up, Bunny still has a mean and hungry look about her," Derek advised, eyeing his stepdaughter in her too-tight jeans and missing top. "Aren't you gonna try on the blouses?" Doug suggested, feeling his cock respond to his daughter's sizable bare breasts. "Maybe, after I eat," Bunny went in search of her own sub. "I didn't remember what you liked so I got mesquite chicken...I think you like southwestern, right?" Doug told his daughter. She shrugged. "Whatever," she replied as she tore into the sandwich with unladylike gusto, her mouth full to overflowing. "How many times?" Derek asked, making dinner conversation. "How many times, what?" Bunny asked. "How many times did...you two pop over into naked sexual ecstasy?" Derek embellished their sexual groveling. "Once. I fucked her, now it's HER turn to fuck ME," Bobby explained immodestly. "I beg your pardon?" Derek laughed. "I don't see the difference." "I was on top the first time, she gets to ride ME the next time," Bobby further explained. "Ohhh..." Derek nodded in mock seriousness. "I see." "You guys gonna fuck tonight?" Bobby asked his "dads." Derek and Doug looked at one another in dismay. They were unaccustomed to the forced sexual intimacy of a small hotel room with two double beds. "We might, if you two would be so kind as to get YOUR little...fuckfest...over with and go to sleep at a decent hour so we could have some privacy. "ZZZZZZZZZZZz....you can start fuckin' now anytime...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ," Buddy tease, poorly faking both snoring and sleeping. "You don't mind if Bobby and I...do stuff...you know...sex stuff?" Bunny asked, also feeling the confinement of their close quarters. "I rather think now would be rather late in the game to raise any concerns along that line," Doug told the two. "So long as you keep it here in the room and keep the noise level down when you cum." Both Bobby and Bunny looked at each other. Neither of them had been particularly quiet during their orgasmic moments. "Could you hear us outside in the hall?" Bunny asked sheepishly. "Bunny, we could hear you as soon as we got off the ELEVATOR," Doug lied, hoping she'd believe him. "I couldn't help it. She made me cum really hard," Bobby blamed his sister. "By...cum...you mean...you didn't really...you know...shoot any cum, did you?" Derek inquired earnestly. "I'm not PREGNANT, if that's what you mean," Bunny insisted. "Not by THAT little shrimp, at least." "You haven't missed any periods, have you," Doug asked his daughter anxiously. "Don't worry. No, you're not about to become a GRANDFATHER," Bunny teased. "Although we might try making you a FATHER again tonight?" "Again?" Derek picked up on Bunny's teasing. "You two been working on enlarging the family without me?" Derek asked his husband, an ornery grin spreading across his face. "Hey, fuck you, Chandler," Doug shot back. "Well, I was hoping you'd get to that," Derek returned the jab. "You're starting to get me hard, I might have to...you know...go after you sooner rather than later...right here in front of the children." "Cool, I might even give up my video game for that," Bobby joked. "I meant...for the fourth time...as in a baby brother or sister?" Bunny clarified needlessly. "Well, it might be better if I did the honors?" Derek kidded Bunny. "Incest is such a nasty habit... Which would you like a baby brother or sister?" "Sister...god, I got too many fuckin' BROTHERS as it is now," Bunny insisted. "A little while ago you were going wild with your FUCKIN' brother," Bobby reminded her as he finished wolfing down his sub. "Ready to fuck some more?" "What is it they say, 'incest is best'?" Derek teased the rest of the family, the only member not guilty of such a perversion. "I wish Buddy was here, he's a lot more fun to fuck that SHE is," Bobby complained wistfully. "He's a lot tighter...and he's a boy. Bunny has these...thingies...hangin' down. They keep hittin' me in the face when we fuck." "I'm sure Buddy wishes he were here too, they don't have a Subway at the Mount Siani Medical Center," Doug's mind slipped back to the hospital. "I bet he's having to jack off...you know...do it to himself when he has to shoot," Bobby worried. "I think he's old enough to handle that problem himself," Derek smiled, winking at the young boy. "Maybe we could go over tomorrow and...you know...help him out...jack him off a few times," Bobby suggest. Derek and Doug exchanged looks of parental horror. "Don't you DARE!" they both cried simultaneously.